Joseph pulled his jacket on and jogged down the stairs, "Alright everyone, I'm going on a run, can you order some pizza before I go? I'll run by and pick it up

Naomi looked up from her spot on the couch; she had an icepack on her head, "It looks a lot worse than it really is."

"What happened?" he demanded.

"Training with Jane, Jane doesn't know her own strength and I got knocked against the counter."

"Why didn't you train up in the gym?"

"What, with things that'll keep me from getting hurt? I don't need mats; I certainly won't have them if I ever get into a real fight."

"You'll never get into a real fight."

"It's cute how you keep believing that," she winced at the pain in her skull, "It's a 'just in case' measure, Joe. I'm not going to go out looking for someone to beat up or anything."

"I still don't like it."

"If I'm going to be in this world, then I need to know how to protect myself."

"You have abilities for that."

"I don't want them dead, I just want them hurt."

He zipped up his jacket, "You'll be thinking differently when they're coming at you with a knife."

"Doubtful."

He looked down and saw that she was messing with Able's keyboard, "Oh, you're going to be in SO much trouble."

"Oh, Able's taking the day off to spend time with his family, and he asked me to try and find us cases but he didn't think to tell me how to work the system."

"You know that's impossible right? It's an Electrician's Network. Unless you can put your hand on the keyboard and tell the computer specifically what you want, there's no way that you'll figure it out. You're wasting your time."

"That's ridiculous, what happens if he dies and we're locked out of his system?"

A beat passed and then he nodded, "As demented as that is, I see your point."

"And if demented means thinking ahead, then I guess it is."

"How I've missed your smart mouth," he muttered.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Oh, Jane and I are going jogging to the convenience store to get some Doritos because she's never had them."

"What?"

"I know, she's like seven months old and she hasn't had the best chips ever."

"Now who's demented?"

He smiled, "We'll be back in about an hour, do you want anything?"

"No, I'm good. But get something to eat for David. He's been sleeping a lot since getting attacked; he'll need something for his strength."

"Okay. Hey, I don't have to get something for Lisa do I?"

"Lisa's not here, she left early and said she had errands to run. I think our medical supplies are getting low."

"I thought we were stocked."

"Since we all teamed up, we're getting bandaged, stitched or having bullets removed every other day."

"Don't exaggerate, we're not that bad...," he thought about it, "Most days we're not that bad."

"Be careful."

"Yeah, whatever," he yelled as he walked out the door.

Lisa shifted from foot to foot and shoved her hands in her pockets as she waited in line at the Pharmacy. She'd been outside the warehouse plenty of times and for longer than this, but she always kept in an open area and she was always on the move. This was…annoying. She tried not to look suspicious, but everything was taking way too long and if something happened then she was here by herself and had no way to make contact if the Facility tracked her. Plus, there were innocent people here that would get hurt if they tried to take her by force. She would feel bad for them because that was the only way the Facility would get their hands on her. They had ways of dealing with people like her that turned their backs on their work. She had a feeling that she, Joseph, and Able would share the same fate, but hers would be ultimately worse. She'd been working in the Facility all her life and she'd witnessed the fate of traitors several times.

Maybe if she talked quickly enough, she could get her job back if it all came down to it. Maybe she could convince them that she was just spying if she was caught. If she got an idiot for an interrogator and maybe he would believe her.

She really needed to go home and start working on what she was going to say.

"Mrs. Jameson?"

She looked up when someone called her by the name of her alibi. Her heart began to race when she saw that it was a man in a black suit.

Facility. He had two plainclothes guards accompanying him too.

"Ma'am, please come with us."

"What do you want?" she backed up, looking for her escape, "I'm just trying to buy some things for a first aid kit," she whispered.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close, "Don't make a scene Mrs. Eisley."

"How do you know my name?" she demanded.

His next words stunned her into a terrified silence.

"Because I'm your Guardian."

Joseph put his hand against the stone wall of the building and drew in a couple of deep breaths. This was ridiculous. He really needed to stop using his ability so much and exercise more. Once he could run four miles and not even break a sweat. Now he could hardly make two and a half.

"Are you alright?" Jane asked.

He looked at Jane and her stupid sweat less non-exhausted looking face and her perfect pretty little form that would probably stay in shape no matter what she did. It made him want to punch her one, "I'm fine. I just need to catch my breath."

"Perhaps we should've just teleported."

"Jane, what did I tell you about using her ability in broad daylight with innocent people and cameras around?"

She looked like a little kid that was being reprimanded, "To not to."

"Exactly. Jane, you can't rely on your ability all the time. Especially teleportation, sometimes it can be tricky."

"Yeah, like I'd tell you. The first thing you'd go do is tell Naomi and Lisa and then I'd have to deal with you all giggling at me as I came into the room. Don't give me those innocent eyes, I know how you are. Don't think I don't know who told them about the time I tripped over my own feet and fell down the stairs.

"I never"

"Please Jane," he opened the convenient store door, "You were the only one awake at the time."

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